Ford grinned and leaned in to Macnair's hand against his chest, though obviously he understood the need to wait until they were upstairs before they went much farther. Their respective situations in life made this relationship fragile; the merest suggestion of intrusion could shatter it. Ford didn't intend to let it go so soon after they'd agreed to start up again. The words Macnair had written in his letters were too softly thrilling for him to risk losing them. He'd never thought to hope, before, that Macnair might really like him, and he'd told himself it was fine because Ford didn't expect him to — but now that there was some evidence that he did, Ford was going to cling to this with everything he had. And that meant putting rules in place, and following them, even if the only thing he wanted to do at the moment was let Macnair tear his clothes off.
"We'd better go, then," he teased. He leaned in as though he was going to kiss Macnair's neck but didn't actually make contact, instead letting his breath play across the other man's jaw. "Before we reach the limits of your self-control."
"We'd better go, then," he teased. He leaned in as though he was going to kiss Macnair's neck but didn't actually make contact, instead letting his breath play across the other man's jaw. "Before we reach the limits of your self-control."
Set by Lady!